Trondheim is a city that when you visit it, you think, I could live here. It's the country's third largest city, and has a rather large university giving it a bit of an art/culture kick.
Once we docked. the first thing we did was run to Nidaros Cathedral. The Cathedral looks a bit like one would expect a medieval cathedral to look like, which in this case is a good thing. It looks just like you'd expect it to look a few hundred years ago- Gothic, dark, ornate and medieval.
Inside it follows the same theme of dark and ornate. However, also inside is the burial tomb of St. Olav, who loved being a Christian and was quite effective at converting people. Although he did seem to convert them by threatening them with his axe, his methods worked.
From the Cathedral, we explored the rest of the grounds, including the adjoining museums where they have artifacts from the museum construction. The museums are nice but pale in comparison to the genuine article of the cathedral nearby.
It was now time to shop. Margherita learned that the term Trondheim Torg was where the Salgs are. (Torg means mall, and Salg is what she claims is a sale). She saw an H&M store, which since it originated in Scandinavia was a sort of pilgrimage for her. My entire job though was to divide by seven.
"How much are these pants?"
"599 Krone"
"No I mean in English."
"In English it translates to too much for a pair of damn pants."
It was here that she found an evening gown, which although Norway is rumored to cost a lot, the gown cost only 22 USD. I couldn't really put up much of a fight against that.
The only thing that saved me was the bell, as it was time for a 12 o'clock bus tour through town.
The tour stopped by the folk museum, where we saw a Stave Church. It was here that the tour guide decided to sing a traditional Norwegian song to us. There were about 20 people in the group and since everybody came from all over the world, the guide would actually switch from Norwegian to German to English, as easily as one switches gears in a car. I only drive manual transmission so I'm not sure that metaphor works, but after a while I started picking up how to speak Norwegian and a little German.
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After the bus tour it began raining and it seems that the best place to avoid the rain is a mall (according to Margherita). We hence avoided the rain.
The biggest event of the evening was that, "Captain Corsaro requests the pleasure of your Company at Dinner". If I hear Margherita sing that one more time I'm going to go insane. Generally speaking, eating with the Captain is a nerve-racking experience for me. Just reference any of the other cruise stories that we've done. I was expecting a large 12-person table, but it was just the three of us, talking in Sicilian for two hours. Instead of surprising me with Foie Gras, we had grilled swordfish and risotto, with traditional antipasto from Sicily and lots of wine. It wasn't dinner with the Captain, but dinner with a new friend.
SilverSea Cruises - Part 1
Copenhagen - Part 2
SilverSea at Sea - Part 3
Alesund - Part 4
Geiranger - Part 5
Trondheim - Part 6
Traveling the Fjords - Part 7
The North Cape - Part 8
Hammerfest - Part 9
Cruising the Fjords - Part 10
Cruising the Fjords - Part 11
Bergen - Part 12
Gudvagen and Flaam - Part 13
Cruising - Part 14
Copenhagen and Departure - Part 15
